Isaiah 32
1 Lo, for righteousness doth a king reign, As to princes, for judgment they rule.
Hwɛ, ɔhene bi bɛba abɛdi ɔhene wɔ tenenee mu na sodifoɔ de atɛntenenee adi nnipa so.
2 And each hath been as a hiding-place [from] wind, And as a secret hiding-place [from] inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
Wɔn mu biara bɛyɛ te sɛ mframa ano hintabea ne ahum mu dwanekɔbea, wɔbɛyɛ sɛ nsuwansuwa a ɛwɔ anweatam so ne ɔbotan kɛseɛ sunsum a ɛwɔ osukɔm asase so.
3 And not dazzled are the eyes of beholders, And the ears of hearers do attend.
Wɔn a wɔwɔ ani no bɛhunu nokorɛ no, na obiara a ɔwɔ aso no bɛte.
4 And the heart of those hastened Understandeth to know, And the tongue of stammerers hasteth to speak clearly.
Deɛ ɔyɛ adwene mu herɛ bɛhunu na wate aseɛ, wɔn a wɔpo dodoɔ bɛkasa na emu ada hɔ.
5 A fool is no more called 'noble,' And to a miser it is not said, 'rich;'
Wɔremfrɛ ɔkwasea sɛ onimuonyamfoɔ bio na wɔremfa anidie mma ɔpapahwekwaa.
6 For a fool speaketh folly, And his heart doth iniquity, to do profanity, And to speak concerning Jehovah error, To empty the soul of the hungry, Yea, drink of the thirsty he causeth to lack.
Ɔkwasea ka nkwaseasɛm na ɔdwene bɔne ho: ɔyɛ onyame akyiwadeɛ; ɔma Awurade ho nkyerɛkyerɛ bɔne; ɔmma deɛ ɛkɔm de no no aduane ɔde nsuo kame deɛ sukɔm de no.
7 And the miser — his instruments [are] evil, He hath counselled wicked devices, To corrupt the poor with lying sayings, Even when the needy speaketh justly.
Ɔpapahwekwaa akwan yɛ amumuyɛ, ɔyɛ bɔne ho nhyehyɛeɛ de atorɔ sɛe ohiani, wɔ ɛberɛ a ohiani asɛm yɛ nokorɛ mpo.
8 And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble things riseth up.
Nanso, onimuonyamfoɔ yɛ nhyehyɛeɛ a ɛho wɔ nyam na ne nneyɛɛ pa no enti, ɔda nso.
9 Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear [to] my saying,
Mo mmaa a mogye mo ho die, monsɔre na montie me; mo mmammaa a mosusu sɛ mowɔ banbɔ monyɛ aso mma deɛ mewɔ ka!
10 Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
Afe akyi nna kakra bi no mo a mogye di sɛ mo wɔ banbɔ ho bɛpopo; bobe twaberɛ no bɛdi mo hwammɔ, nnuaba no twaberɛ nso remma.
11 Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
Mo ho mpopo mo mmaa a mogye mo ho die; mommɔ hu, mo mmammaa a mogye di sɛ mowɔ banbɔ! Mompa mo ho ntoma na momfa ayitoma mmɔ mo asene mu.
12 For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
Momfa awerɛhoɔ mfa mo nsa mmoro mo koko so wɔ mfuo fɛfɛ ne mo bobe a ɛsoɔ no enti.
13 Over the ground of my people thorn — brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
Ɛfiri sɛ nkasɛɛ ne nnɛnkyɛnse agye afa mo asase afa. Ahosɛpɛ ne anigyeɛ to atwa wɔ kuro no mu.
14 Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses — a pasture of herds;
Wɔbɛgya aban no hɔ, na gyegyeegye kuropɔn no ada mpan; abankɛsewa ne ɔwɛn aban bɛdane asase hunu afebɔɔ, deɛ mfunumu pɛ ne nnwankuo adidibea,
15 Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned.
kɔsi sɛ wɔbɛhwie Honhom no afiri ɔsoro agu yɛn so, na anweatam bɛdane asase bereɛ na asase bereɛ ayɛ sɛ kwaeɛ.
16 And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness in the fruitful field remaineth.
Tenenee bɛtena anweatam so na adeteneneeyɛ atena asase bereɛ so.
17 And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a service of the righteousness — Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age.
Adeteneneeyɛ bɛso asomdwoeɛ aba; deɛ adeteneneeyɛ de ba bɛyɛ kommyɛ ne ahotosoɔ a ɛnni awieeɛ.
18 And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
Me nkurɔfoɔ bɛtenatena mmeaeɛ a asomdwoeɛ wɔ, afie a wɔabɔ ho ban homebea a ɔhaw biara nni hɔ.
19 And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low.
Mpo sɛ ampariboɔ sɛe kwaeɛ no na kuropɔn no sɛe koraa a,
20 Happy [are] ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!
wɔbɛhyira wo, wobɛdua wʼaba wɔ nsuwa biara ho, na wama wʼanantwie ne wo mfunumu anante baabiara.
